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The Girlfriend Experience

Copyright© 2021 by JeremyDCP

Chapter 33

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 33 - In a desert oasis where intimacy is currency, an 18-year-old newcomer must learn the unwritten rules to survive.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Teenagers   Consensual   Drunk/Drugged   Reluctant   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Cheating   Sharing   Slut Wife   Wife Watching   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Light Bond   Spanking   Group Sex   Interracial   Black Male   White Female   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Oral Sex   Safe Sex   Squirting   Big Breasts   Small Breasts  

“Look, baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.” It’d been a lengthy, exhaustive shift for Lindsay – four turbocharged, grueling parties and currently setting up a fifth that would end her first “real” day back to work after the emergence from shutdown. She’d come prepared for this midnight rendezvous, too: the slutty minidress, the three-inch platform shoes with the seven-inch spiked heels, the perfume, the hair ribbons and hula-hoop earrings, the cocksucker-red lipstick...

Was the secret to her success more her attitude or simply the way she presented herself?

“Try to see it from my point of view, Kayleigh.” Looking like someone had just ransacked his mother’s grave, Javion Chase pleaded his case as he held hands with Lindsay on the bed. “You told me last year you would always charge me five hundred bucks an hour, no more. I’ve seen you, what now, eight times? Have you even been with any client more times than me?” The twenty-nine-year-old African American, who lived five houses up the block, labored with serrated breaths hissing between his teeth. “You know I don’t have the greatest job and can barely afford you as is. I’ve been loyal to you. I waited through all this COVID bullshit to see you again, and now you’re jacking your rates up?”

“It’s nothing against you, Javion!” The bulge in Lindsay’s throat wrenched up then down. “I appreciate the fact you’ve been patient and loyal and wanted to party with me so soon after we reopened. I made sure to get you in here on the first day too. I mean, I’ve been out of work for thirteen months, and things are different now. I had little to no income and things, you know, everything is more expensive. It’s inflation. Prices go up. I have to roll with the times, so I cannot accept anything less than six hundred an hour for a GFE.”

“But you told me five!”

She levelled him with an off-putting look. “That was last year, and I did not say I wouldn’t ever charge you any more than that. I’d never say that.” Counting sheer number of parties alone, perhaps Javion was her most loyal monger, but Lindsay’s own patience was wearing thin. Any negotiation where I have to haggle over money for more than forty-five seconds generally raises a red flag. Contentious negotiations would often lead to a less than optimal party. “Things change, rates change, and I have to live, baby. I have to pay my bills, too, and can’t shortchange myself. My time is very valuable to me.”

Javion held her gaze for a moment before looking away without a word.

“I’m giving you a discount as is.” Her voice whipped him back. “I’ve been charging my mongers eight or nine hundred an hour today, yet all I’m asking for is six from you. That should tell you how much I appreciate you. I’m not looking to bankrupt you. I know your money situation is tight.” She pushed him away gently, but still held him by the hands. “I like you, Javion. I cherish all the time we’ve spent together, and you’re definitely one of my top two or three customers.” Her expression plunged into a mope. “Am I not worth an extra one hundred dollars to you?”

“It’s not that, Kayleigh.” With a swoop of his arm, Javion flung his Las Vegas Raiders ballcap across the bedroom and screwed up his face. “Jesus Christ, it’s not that at all. Of course, you are. Of course, you’re worth it!” His lips twitched downward, and he let out a sniffle. “All I have is a thousand bucks to my name and I was looking forward to spending two hours with you. I’ve waited so long to see you again and, Jesus Christ, the last thing I expected was to be haggling over numbers like this.”

“Listen, baby.” Lindsay’s mouth pressed into a firm, final line. “We can do an hour and forty minutes if you want to spend the full thousand. If you prefer not to, every ten minutes will run one hundred dollars. It’s up to you.” Countless bartering sessions had taught Lindsay how to stand her ground and play hardball when necessary. I’m not a pushover anymore. “Otherwise, if you want to continue with this attitude, I’m going to have to call for Jim, and he will ask you to leave.” Besides, it wasn’t Lindsay’s fault Colt raised the house minimum. Six hundred an hour is the bare bones I’m allowed to charge.

“Fine, fine.” The false layer of Javion’s easygoing, calm demeanor splintered into a million shards. “Whatever, fine.

***

All day Lindsay had been used. By this point, she found she couldn’t deny that the thought of her degradation aroused her almost as much as it should have troubled her. Yeah, but I’ve netted over three thousand dollars so far, so it’s okay. She popped the cap on another beer.

During their final fuck before the return engagement in the morning (which would include Christina), the study desk creaked in a furious whine as Dave rode Lindsay over it. And with each creak came a wail of helpless pleasure and the sound of Lindsay’s body straining against the hands which held her there. Dave’s hips were railroading her ass, her pussy constricting around the onslaught, and Lindsay felt her spine wrench and backside push even farther out for his taking. She was a legalized prostitute again, finally, and had already experienced more orgasms in these first two hours with a man than she had in the past year combined.

“Fuck me, Dave! Fuck me. Fuck me, keep fucking me. Oh my God, don’t you dare come yet. Harder, yeah. That’s it. That’s it. Don’t stop. Give it to meeeee!”

At the outset of her one o’clock appointment with Justin, a paramedic with the Flagstone Fire Department, Lindsay was shimmying her minidress down her hips and legs. The striptease made her formidable breasts bounce and obviously unveiled more of her body. By the time she kicked the dress to the floor and hooked her thumbs in the high side straps of her G-string – pale pink and see-through – and wiggled them off, Justin’s shirt was hanging open, his mouth dry, his heart thundering, and his cock harder than it had ever been.

Still, he twiddled the wedding ring on his finger. “Umm, I don’t think my wife would be happy if she knew I was here ... again.” He’d been at war with his virtues since making this appointment on Tuesday. “Not after the last time.”

“She doesn’t have to know.” Biting the tip of her finger, Lindsay flayed him with a breathy tone and seductive gaze. “C’mon, come celebrate the end of COVID with me.”

“You are ... sooooo ... sexy.”

She closed the distance between them and tugged at his belt, her lips a whisper from his. “We’re gonna have our own little celebration without your wife knowing.” Lindsay swiped at him with her tongue. “Okay?”

Moments later, they were well on their way. Justin’s tactical EMS trousers were on the floor and Lindsay’s mouth was stuffed full of his dick. She took it from there. With both hands on the man’s hips, she set the pace, offering some world-class fellatio. The warmth and wonder across her face as she did her due diligence amazed Justin. Once she increased the tempo, Lindsay’s hair slipped from its bun and cascaded over her breasts, and her appetite turned voracious. Justin’s hips bucked, and a carnal pleasure consumed him, white hot like a streaking comet.

And they still had forty-five minutes to go.

One of Lindsay’s original, first-ever mongers, Darius, surrendered to her charms later in the afternoon as she rode him like he was a bucking bronco, cowgirl style, until his body went limp. She bent down and kissed him, then, catching him by surprise, and when her genuine, loving spirit swaddled Darius again, he felt himself melt away.

“Umm, yeah.” His breath hissed, clipped and short. “God, Kayleigh, what a way to punch COVID in the mouth.”

“The best.” She stole another sloppy kiss.

“And you’re the best girl to do it with.” A laugh broke free. “You are ... amazing. One of a kind.”

“Hmm, you are too, baby.” Lindsay snuggled against his broad, massive chest, and eyed the $100 gift card on the nightstand he had tipped her beforehand. “We’ll have to do this again the next time you’re in town.”

“Ummmm ... next time I’m in town?”

“Tomorrow!”

“Tomorrow,” he agreed.

“Oh, Ryker!” During the ensuing party, Lindsay threw her head back against the wall, eyes closed, breath sawing in and out of her mouth, but her hips kept riding his hand. She winced but never once tried to escape Ryker’s touch, not even when her cries escalated into full grunting moans. These were fuck-me sounds, guttural and edgy, growing louder as her face contorted. Ryker owned Lindsay with his hand, slapping his fingers in and out with blunt force trauma.

“Oh, shit!” Her own hands clamped down, her sharp little fingernails digging into his shoulders like claws. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Ryker made the most of it while he could, commencing with two fingers to spread Lindsay’s pussy open, then three, and finally all four just to hear the delirious, full-throated shrieks coming from her.

Holy hell, those cries. Lindsay was a woman so lost in her own pleasure that she clearly didn’t care what she sounded like or how loud she was. For one small window in time, Ryker thought, money was not her driving force. Nothing mattered to Lindsay except him and the bonfire of burning he was fucking her body with.

And then, the party with Javion happened.

Still pissed about the negotiations, their hour-and-forty-minute GFE dissolved into something else, something different, and Lindsay saw a side of Javion she could’ve never imagined. What happened to the fun-loving guy I’ve known for two years? She equated it to hate-fucking, though perhaps not to that extreme. Javion told me he had to get his money’s worth. Hot, angry, sweaty, gasping, grunting, toe-curling, on her knees with her ass in the air and her hair in Javion’s hands while he throttled her from behind – that type of hate-fucking, and that was all there was to it. That man disrespected me, even tried to stealth his way inside me (remove his condom).

With aches and pains hammering her bones, and her nerves stripped from their sheaths – Sleep? Who needs sleep? – Lindsay took a hot shower at three o’clock and recalled her arduous day. Dave is awesome and Justin may be the sweetest man I’ve ever met. Darius is Darius, a big, lovable goof who enjoys fucking and cuddling with us white girls, but Ryker is still the creepjacker de jour. An ominous look suddenly shrouded her face. And Javion can go fuck himself for all I care. If he and I party again, he’s paying a thousand an hour.

Speaking of partying, how in the world would Lindsay get enough time to rest and recover before the threesome she had scheduled with Dave and Christina less than four hours from now? I overdid it for my first day back, sure, but there is something that may help a little. At the washroom mirror, she drew yet another bottle of Modelo to her lips, spilled its liquid goodness down her throat, and chuffed out those addictive vapors. Oh, yeeeeah. Lindsay placed the cold bottle against her forehead and purred like a kitten. Maybe if I drink enough of these, the pain will go away...

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Age: 18 (birthdate: Oct. 29, 2001)

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“Look, man, it’s not a problem. Here, take it. Take it.” Having sifted through his wallet, he forked over three fifty-dollar bills. “No big deal – everyone makes mistakes.”

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